But if fifty-one people participate...why does "Diyang" want to control the next number of people?
This is a dangerous and exciting conclusion.
The fans sent out for the first time were not the one hundred and fifty that were distributed to fifty people, nor the one hundred and fifty-three that were distributed to fifty-one people.
Because including Diyang, there were fifty-two people standing on the field, and all fifty-two people received fans.
So theoretically there are 156 fans in the first round.
But the one hundred and fifty-six fans were still not the ones sent out in the first round.
Before the game started, Diyang put four fans into the "matching machine" in public when giving a demonstration.
With the addition of these four, the game is officially established.
There are a total of one hundred and sixty fans in the first round, forty of each color.
This way all the logic is smooth.
Di Yang did not kill people for "punishment", but simply wanted to kill them based on his own preferences.
He is clearly one of the participants.
After all, the "matching machine" showed Di Yang's photo from the beginning, indicating that he was recorded.
In other words, the rules here don't care whether participants kill each other. In this way, the problem will be more difficult, because Di Yang is also a participant, and he can also kill people at will.
But his strength is too strong. If it comes to killing people, no one here can be his opponent.
Thinking about it, as long as Diyang becomes a participant, even if the remaining fifty-one people unite as one, it will have no effect.
He would just go on a killing spree.
This directly makes team participation in this game a joke.
Qi Xia shook his head and couldn't help but secretly thought, Di Yang, Di Yang... you are such an interesting opponent...
In order to experience the fraud game firsthand, would you actively participate in it every time?
Qi Xia's eyes slowly became hesitant...
He originally thought that his opponents would be fifty ordinary people. No matter how bad the situation was, he would have to face at most a few "Echoers", but who would have thought that he would face Di Yang himself directly here?
He kills other participants according to his needs and preferences.
This huge casino...is like his slaughterhouse.
But now the situation is a bit strange. He can obviously kill everyone on the field directly, why would he allow someone to escape?
"Do you want a relatively fair game...? You kill a violent person because you don't believe in this way of winning?"
Qi Xia looked at the black sheep-headed man in the center of the field again. At this moment, Di Yang also turned his head to look at Qi Xia.
The two people's eyes met at this moment.
After a long time, Diyang turned his head away and looked straight ahead as if he hadn't seen anything.
Qi Xia also came to his senses, walked to the dead old man, and pulled the sharp knife out of his chest. Then he walked up to the big man who was beaten to death by Diyang while holding a sharp knife.
The big man died standing, his head rotated 360 degrees, and his neck was twisted into a twisted piece of flesh and blood.
His fan had been "confiscated" by Diyang, and because of this, no one came to see his body.
Qi Xia raised the sharp knife and looked at the "rich man" whose ribs were stabbed by the knife-wielding man. He came to his eyes and rummaged through the fan in his pocket. Unfortunately, there was no "Mour".
"Hey!" Diyang shouted from a distance, "Those who have escaped cannot take back their fans."
"Can't take it again?" Qi Xia looked back at Diyang in confusion, unable to deduce whether this sentence was true or false.
"That's right." Di Yang said, "Originally, he was supposed to exchange these fans for "Tao", but he died, so the fans were invalid. "
"Void...?"
"Yes." Diyang nodded.
Qi Xia raised the corner of his mouth, picked up all the fans of the dead rich man, and then tore them into pieces one by one.
"Since it's invalid...then don't stay here, lest the game be unfair."
Diyang opened his mouth but did not speak.
Qi Xia tore the fan into pieces and mixed all the pieces together. After making sure it was completely unusable, he left with the sharp knife.
Qi Xia's actions attracted everyone's attention. Murder is no longer allowed in this venue, why would anyone still take a knife?
And he is obviously provoking the sheep...
Isn't this person afraid of death?
Qi Xia took the knife to a corner of the field and sat down slowly.
The next time is just waiting.
Wait for the "Sorrow" in the field to be consumed.
There were forty "Sorrows" issued in the first round, so...how many were left in the end?
Diyang used one handful to demonstrate, and two teams spent two to escape.
Qi Xia has three in his hand. Theoretically, there are at most thirty-four "Ai"s circulating in the "market" at that time...
So... how many handfuls did Diyang just replenish?
After all, he said "make sure everyone has a chance to replenish fans", which means that the number of fans he took out for the second time was the same as the number of people present, which was fifty-two. This way, there was a chance that everyone could replenish fans. .
Fifty-two is exactly divisible by four, which is thirteen of each suit.
The only good news is that these thirteen additional "Sorrows" were all taken away by "rich people".
Therefore, all other fans have been replenished by thirteen, but the number of "Sorrow" has remained unchanged and is still decreasing.
These three teams of "rich men" not only took away thirteen "Ai"s, but also consumed three "Ai"s to escape, leaving thirty-one "Ai"s left.
Before Qin Dingdong left, he took out another handful of "Ai" and gave it to himself, reducing the "Ai" on the "market" again.
Currently, there are only at most thirty "Ai" in circulation on the "market". This condition is still based on the premise that "all those who escaped only consumed one Ai".
"No..." Qi Xia suddenly thought that Qin Dingdong's original trump cards were "happiness, anger, and sadness."
She left with an extra handful of "sorrow".
There are twenty-nine "Sorrows" left on the field.
If Qin Dingdong's situation is not an exception... it means that the number of "Sorrow" remaining in the end will be less than twenty-nine, and may even be close to twenty.
So...can there be less than twenty "Sorrows" on the field?
Forty people need to escape, and theoretically they need to consume twenty "Sorrows". So can I survive until the last moment?
Will everyone escape first...or will "Sorrow" be consumed first?
Qi Xia discovered that there was no "Nash equilibrium point" in this weird game, and that he was just courting death by continuing to play.
In order to make the plan foolproof... a large amount of "Sorrow" must be consumed.
But now how to consume the "sorrow" in other people's hands?
Qi Xia thought carefully for a while and couldn't help but smile.
Still need to think?
Just beat the old master to death with random punches, just like Qin Dingdong.
Now he can take the initiative to "pair" with others, and the knife in his hand can play the role of "thug".
Qi Xia looked up and saw three groups of escapees. The number was reduced by six again, leaving thirty-four people.
The number of "Sorrow" dropped by three again, to a maximum of twenty-six.
Before Qi Xia could find his prey, the square-faced man he had seen at the beginning came over and said to Qi Xia with a smile on his face: "Hey! Brother! Brother!"
Qi Xia turned to look at him, not knowing why.
He believes the negotiations between the two have collapsed.
"Brother...I promise you!" the square-faced man said nervously.
"What?"
"I'll give you an extra fan, you pair it with me!"
Qi Xia looked down at the square-faced man's bulging pockets and couldn't help but think of something.
"Okay!" Qi Xia nodded, "Give me a fan first, and I will match you."
"No problem!" The man looked a little anxious and immediately took out a fan from his pocket and handed it to Qi Xia.
Qi Xia lowered his head and opened it and looked at it. It was "Happy".
"Okay, let's go match up." Qi Xia said.
The square-faced man nodded, and the two came to the "matching machine".
"What do I have?" The square-faced man was stunned, "What do you have?"
"Except for 'sorrow', everything else is there. "Qi Xia said.
"Then I'll say "sorrow" and "joy", and you can say "joy" and "anger"! "
"good."
